Welcome to your Second Annual rendition of "Mi Mamacita Communista." You will be reading this sucker today, next year, the year after that, and forever until you die. It is Wonket Law. And so today is May Day! We can have -- or heave! -- a cocktail for the working man. We can put on Our Marching
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Make cornbread, not war!!!
It&#039;s snowing in Minneapolis.
May Day was always time for a remarkable party at the old Vonnegut house in Iowa City. I wonder if that tradition holds?
My mom taught me that Alice&#039;s Restaurant is an awesome song with a lot of helpful hints. She also thinks Rick Perry is a goat fucker.
Mom&#039;s always right.
Lucky ducky! Congratulations.
Does this make me an outlaw?
(Actually, I did read it. It was sweet and made me sad. Sad because one day it will change from sweet to bittersweet, and be full of memories, and will always make you smile, even through your tears. And also made me miss my Mom. And for some reason, my son, even though he is always around, and I can&#039;t get him off the fucking couch. I just wanted to say I didn&#039;t read it to be a rebel.)